Malodorous Cocktail

The bestselling sleaze cocktail that was concocted and perfected in the bar that is Maharashtra Politics by a rogues gallery of chief ministers between crime, business and politics has now spilled across the tableau of India. It has also gone malodorous and is choking the nostrils of the political masters in Delhi who turned a blind eye for their own ends.
Just like criminalization of politics marginalized he politicians themselves in India, the politicians in Pakistan now stand marginalized by their terror proteges.
The harvest season is here.
The tragedy is that the bill is always footed by the average citizen of these nations who is artless to the ways of these rapacious rascals.
If there are any sane or well intentioned leaders around and indeed capable of action the time for a purge is now.
If there are none, as i fear, god save this country.
While the people will eventually triumph, as good always trumps evil, in good measure if not completely, the transition is neither painless nor self propelled.
The time that this transformation will take is indeed going to be proportionate to the price that we are willing to pay in terms of personal and social change.
Now is the time for deep introspection and getting out of the victim mentality and resolute action.
Are we still going to sit on the sidelines and wait for an angel in white to appear while we curse the cussed?
Or are we going to decide to sully our hands and pick up the shovel and go to work?
Are we going to ask righteous and intelligent questions and pump up the rhetoric or speak to the conscience and fight the good fight?
Are we going to retire or inspire?
Loving is a lot of work, more so when you love a country and not just an individual.
Let us consign to the dustbin or history these un-worthies that are hectoring us about their righteousness from their pulpits in New Delhi that have Z+ security rings, shielded by our brightest and best sons and daughters, while their own are busy gracing the Page-3 circuits secure in their pompous pedigree.
The toil is going to be long and hard, tears will flow sometimes in agony and other times in joy.
Self doubt will gnaw at us when we pause for rest and look behind on the distance we have covered but we must claw on forward.
Betrayals may happen again but then, but descend into the garbage heap round the corner we shall not.
We're made of sterner stuff.We are Indians.